Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.